I hunted heaven
for him.No dice.
Too uppity,
it was. Not enoughmusic, or dark dirt.
I begged the earth empty
of him. Deathbelieves in us whether
we believeor not. For a long while
I watch the soundof a boy bouncing a ball
down the blocktake its time
to reach me. Father,find me when
you want. I’ll wait.
PietÃ
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